The actor is also narcissistic today

Zhuo Junwen was still worrying about where he fell into the eyes of the young master, and he was so entangled in his heart, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't think of it. The reason why Yu Heng chose him as his manager was actually very simple.

It couldn't be simpler, even a hasty decision.

"Pleasing to the eye."

Hearing Yu Heng's lazy words, Zuo Lan almost couldn't control her scolding, but luckily she realized that she was not at home now, but in a corridor where people came and went.

"You are really... casual." Zuo Lan mocked lukewarmly.

Yu Heng didn't bother to talk to her, and walked his own way with his head down.

Zuo Ran pushed open the door of the recording studio with one hand, and she had asked her manager Fu Hongfang to wait for her inside.

"Miss Hong!"

Fu Hongfang heard someone calling her name, turned around to look at that person, and found that it was the eldest lady whom she had been looking forward to for a long time.

She smiled pretentiously, and walked forward with a bit of sadness on her face, "My dear lady, I made an appointment to record at nine o'clock, but it's already ten o'clock now, and there are still people who want to use this recording studio in the afternoon. You’re really not the only one using it.”

Zuo Yun pursed her lips and acted coquettishly at Fu Hongfang, "Sister Hong, don't say that, I know it too, but I'm delayed by something today."

Hearing her whining voice, Yu Heng silently distanced himself from her, just wanting to say that he didn't know her.

Fu Hongfang listened to Zuo Ran acting coquettishly, but looked at Yu Heng.

This man was dressed in black from head to toe, with black shoes, black trousers and black clothes, a black mask and black hat, covering everything tightly. It is now late autumn, and with such a dress, he would at most get two more glances from others when walking on the street.

The whole body is tightly wrapped, and Fu Hongfang can't see what kind of situation this person is.

I can only guess vaguely based on my feelings. She looks very thin and tall. She must be 1.7 meters eight or seventy-nine meters. The 1.8 meters is still a little bit short. The hat and the mask tightly covered the face, and only a slit was seen in the eyes.

Fu Hongfang gave up guessing.

Where did this neuropathy come from.

Yu Heng completely ignored Fu Hongfang's eyes, as if the person being looked at was not him at all, and listened to the song indifferently while wearing earphones.

The earphones were white, which became the only color on his body other than black.

Seeing that Fu Hongfang was curious, Zuo Lan waved his hand indifferently, and lifted it lightly.

"Him? His ring name is Ya, so let's take a look. He's not an important person."

When Fu Hongfang first heard what she said, she subconsciously thought that Yu Heng was not an important person, and only after the sound engineer adjusted the sound did she suddenly understand the meaning of Zuo Lan's words.

"Bud?!" Fu Hongfang's voice was rarely surprised.

"He is Ya?" She looked at Zuo Ran in disbelief, her eyes full of shock.

Zuo Ran, who was wearing the earphones, was unclear, so Fu Hongfang asked her to take off the earphones and asked her again.

Zuo Ran nodded, and his tone was still understated, "Yes, but he doesn't seem to want me to tell others, so Sister Hong keeps it a secret!"

Fu Hongfang held her forehead, completely speechless to this young lady.

After being speechless, her gaze turned to the uncle-like Yu Heng on the chair.

Ya is very mysterious, but Fu Hongfang often sees his name, not only her, but also people who have heard Zuo Lange.Know more or less.

There is no other reason, but because nearly half of the songs in Zuo Ran's album are composed by him, or else he is the lyricist, which can be said to be Zuo Ran's bound lyricist.

But this is not the only thing that makes Bud famous.

There are a total of six songs composed by Ya for Zuo Lan’s new album, five of which are in the top 12 of the Asian music charts, and one of them has more than [-] billion plays and one billion retweets. That song is still popular today .

The first time Zuo Ran gave Fu Hongfang the tune written by Ya, she was quite critical, thinking that a tune written by a newcomer would not be very popular.

However, Zuo Lan wanted to use the music he wrote, and Fu Hongfang couldn't do it either. After all, this young lady is a genuine young lady.

Unexpectedly, once the song was released, the number of plays on that day exceeded one million. For Zuo Lan, who was still a rising star singer at the time, this data can be said to be very good.

Fu Hongfang looked at Yu Heng more inquiringly.

Her eyes were sore, and she didn't see what kind of characteristics this person had.

After a long time, she came up with a sentence: Those who are really talented are mostly weirdos.

Yu Heng didn't hear what was going on outside the window, and only looked at the phone in his heart. He leaned lazily on the chair, his hands were tucked into the sleeves of his clothes, and only a small part of his fingertips were exposed, poking back and forth on the screen.

It took Zuo Ran more than an hour to use the recording studio.

This one hour or so is a long time for Yu Heng to even play the game, so he didn't have the slightest movement to play the game.

After swiping the chat software, the song in the headset just finished playing, so he quit to cut the song.

A soothing prelude sounded in the earphones. The prelude was short and ended quickly. After the prelude, the singer's voice sounded.

This is a low and very magnetic male voice singing softly, as if deliberately lowering the voice to the human ear, which perfectly fits the subwoofer that a male god should have.

Especially the faint smile in the singing.

Fans of the owner of this voice regard this voice as a treasure, and they can't stop blowing a long series of rainbow farts.

Yu Heng closed his eyes, changed the random playback to loop playback, and then dozed off on his own.

Probably because he slept too much the day before, he closed his eyes for a while, but his mind was still very clear, only the singing from the earphones lingered in his mind.

Yu Heng hummed along with that voice.

His voice came from his throat, humming and chirping, a little hoarse, humming a soft little tune, dragging the syllables to sing the song that he had already memorized by heart.

Occasionally, indistinct lyrics popped out of his mouth, intermittently, unable to form a sentence.

Fu Hongfang vaguely heard some voices from the side, and turned around to find that it was the big boss who had been sitting silently in the corner since he came in.

She thought the other party was talking, so she brushed past without a trace.

After getting closer, she realized that the big guy was humming.

It's just that the singing voice is really... indescribable.

At least she has been an agent for so many years, and she has never heard a song that is more crooked than this one.

Yu Heng sang several times, and his voice was a little tired. The air conditioner was turned on at 24 degrees in the recording studio. He covered himself tightly, and now he was sweating a lot from being stuffed.

After thinking for two seconds, he decisively chose to take off his hat and mask.

The peaked cap was taken off and the mask was pulled up to his chin. Yu Heng took a deep breath and felt much cooler.

He took a deep breath here, and Fu Hongfang stared blankly at his exposed face for two seconds, then she woke up with an annoyed look on her face.

She actually stared at a little boy who looked more than ten years younger than herself!

Is she crazy? !

Fu Hongfang roared in her heart, but she wasn't to blame for that, in fact, anyone who looked at Yu Heng's appearance would be dumbfounded.

He has messy dark brown curly hair all over his head, his face is so white that it seems to reflect light even if he is without makeup, his lips are very light, like the petals of cherry blossoms that are just blooming on the branch, and they are lightly rippling. A smile.

Raising her head inadvertently, those light brown eyes seemed to be filled with bright starlight, which could only be seen for thousands of years, and a tear mole at the corner of the eye made those eyes even more bright like sparks.

Fu Hongfang decided to take back what she said earlier.

Where did this little cutie come from!

This is too cute!

Yu Heng met Fu Hongfang's eyes, tilted his head slightly, "?"

Fu Hongfang turned back silently.

God, she can't take it as an old aunt! ! !

Yu Heng looked puzzled, and he lowered his head again.

After waiting for Zuo Ran for more than an hour, and finally waiting for the eldest lady to record a new song and walk out of the recording studio, Yu Heng glanced at his mobile phone with only 40.00% battery left.

And now it's only 11:30.

What about the rest of the day?

No, don't you want to be so weak...

Yu Heng, a teenager with internet addiction, covered his head in pain.

Zuo Ran took the coat that was taken off because it was too hot, lightly kicked Yu Heng's shoes, and said angrily: "Let's go, Secretary Zhang just sent me a text message asking where you are, and asked me to bring you now. I want you to go find him, and then meet your new agent of choice."

Hearing her say this, Yu Heng felt full of irony.

Handpicked...

He didn't know what to say to refute.

Yu Heng stood up, "Let's go."

"Sister Hong, let's go first." Zuo Lan waved to Fu Hongfang.

Fu Hongfang was puzzled, and didn't pay much attention to her, no, what is a carefully selected new manager?Is this Uncle Bud ready to debut?

A lot of people surrounded the recording studio.

Because Zuo Rancho's recording studio is transparent, a whole piece of glass is mounted on the wall. It is said that because someone questioned the young lady's lip-syncing before, she switched to a fully transparent recording studio in a fit of anger.

Most people know the reason why Zuo Ran changed to use the recording studio, so as long as Zuo Ran made an appointment for the recording studio, there must be a circle of people watching outside.

The people who came had the attitude of licking their faces even if they couldn't hear them.

Yu Heng didn't pay attention at first, but after he walked out of the recording studio, he realized that there were quite a few people around.

Especially half of the little girls were staring at him, talking in low voices as they watched.

There are two girls who think their voices are very quiet, but what they say can be heard clearly by the people around them.

"Wow, he looks so good! Super soft and cute!"

"Really, I think so too, right? It looks so good, the little curly hair really wants to be kneaded!"

"Who is he, the company's new artist? Why is he with Sister Ran?"

The two little girls chatted there.

Zuo Lan, who heard what they said, glanced at Yu Heng, and burst out laughing, "Hey, Ruan Meng." There was a long series of low laughs behind.

To say that Yu Heng is soft and cute is at best an appearance, but inside he is a little bastard.

The kind that pissed people off every minute.

There were too many people around, and it was impossible to go out for a while, but most of them were circling around Zuo Lan, and only a few girls with unstable minds were seduced by Yu Heng.

Zuo Lan quietly kicked Yu Heng's calf, signaling him to go first and stay by himself.

Yu Heng shrugged, grabbed his peaked cap and shook it twice, walking towards the corner.

When he was approaching the corner, he looked back like a ghost, wanting to see how this little bastard Zuo Lan would be so kind to let him go first.

When he turned around, he saw Zuo Ran standing among a group of people with his head held high, looking in a good mood.

Yu Heng also laughed.

The peacock spreads its tail.

Before the last syllable of his screen words came out, he bumped into a person suddenly.

Yu Heng bumped into another person's arms, his eyes were filled with stares when he was bumped into by this person, he still took time to think about it while the world was spinning.

That mentally handicapped mom who sells batches dares to be taller than him!

Very nonsensical idea.

Yu Heng slowed down for two seconds, and broke free from the man's arms. The man said a word lightly, but Yu Heng's ears suddenly rang.

"Walk carefully."

Yu Heng raised his head abruptly, staring straight at the man, half a second later he lowered his head abruptly, deliberately lowering his voice, trying to escape the facts.

"Sorry to interrupt."

After finishing speaking, while the man was in a daze, he buried his head and wanted to rush forward, as if there was an evil spirit chasing after him.

But obviously, he didn't run away from the evil spirit.

The evil ghost made a sound, it was a deep and seductive voice, the subwoofer sounded behind him, and Yu Heng stepped faster.

"Heng, Hengheng?"

The hairs all over Yu Heng's body exploded, "You misidentified me, I don't know you!"

In the next second, he was caught up by the man in a few steps and grabbed his wrist.

Yu Heng wanted to shake off his hand, but was dragged by the man into the stairwell beside him.

Bai Cheng who was left outside: "???"

Yu Heng didn't even struggle twice, and fell into an embrace, with two arms tightly around him, for fear that he would slip away as soon as he let go.

The person who hugged him put his chin on the top of his head, and his arms gradually tightened.

Yu Heng, who was strangled and out of breath: "..."

How should I put it, the mood is complicated now.

It's very complicated, and there are regrets, extremely regrets.

He was really wrong, he shouldn't have returned to China, why did he...

Just met Qin Changshuo!Hold! ! !

So he said that there must be something wrong with Zuo Yun's funny face!It's tricky!There is a conspiracy!Why can't he control his legs and have to follow him!

Yu Heng took a deep breath, trying to get rid of Qin Changshuo's embrace with all his strength.

But he never imagined that Qin Changshuo, a rotten man, put his lips to his ear on purpose and exhaled at him.

Yu Heng had no strength at all.